#cybertronian!ichor

[dirusflor]

Cybertronian!Ichor as well (though it’s a bit more complicated on what the fuck he is)

He can toggle his face, similar to TFA Blitzwing

[phobiaexists]

Actually you know what Cybertronian!Ichor serves

[yandere-wishes]

Hi!!

I have a question... what do you think sentinels prime punshiments would look like? :3 what would be the worst one?

｡˚ ❀ ˚｡ He's so evil and sadistic...so why do I love him so much?!?!

𝄞 Real Men by Mitski

❀ The Icon of Iacon

❀ He loves the rogue sparks that fly inches from his face as he burns or rather "engraves" you. Sentinel uses his torch to engrave his name (Or rather a pretty cursive signature) somewhere on his darling's chassis. Similar to what he did to Megatron. He'll trail his digits over the resplendent scar later on. Making sure he feels every dip and curve of his name across her armor. Every shiver and shutter that runs ramped through his beloved darling's frame.

❀ Sentinel Prime isn't a gentle bot. He prefers to not see himself as barbaric just determined, steadfast. That's why he plucks the tires from his darling's body, not because he's cruel but because he'll do anything to keep her by his side. Although it's hard to find an excuse for how he relishes in the warm energon that coats his digits as he thrusts them into her open lacerations. Hard to find the right words when he's trailing open-mouthed kisses between gaping iron and savoring her ethereal taste as he eagerly licks her gushing wounds. Not cruel, no immoral...just in love.

❀ Her alt mode is rendered utterly useless. Pretty shiny thing that can't move. It leaves his darling ruined emotionally. She can't bear the state she's in. The grotesque useless thing she now has to transform into...

❀ So Sentinel rips out her T-cog. He does it to preserve her mental state, he swears. Does it so she won't have to turn into the form she's come to despise so wholeheartedly...And maybe if he's allowed a moment of selfishness he'll confuse in hushed tone whispers that he may have also done it to prevent her from running away.

❀ Although the procedure entirely depends on how his darling behaves. If she's sweet and docile, only ever trying to escape from his golden grasp. Then he'll take pity on her and permit her to remain unconscious through the whole thing, he's only doing this for her after all, he doesn't want her to suffer but it's necessary to keep her safe. Things are always "necessary" with him.

❀ However if his darling is feisty headstrong and constantly putting up a fight, a constant threat, metallic rose throne at his side, daring even to try and harm him. Then he'll definitely rip her T-cog straight from her chest, making sure she feels each wire snap, the grotesque unnatural expansion of her metallic chest. The rigorous pop of your diodes. The gory crunch of circuits snapping, forced to release the precious organ. He wants her withering in the pain. Looking into his optics and finally understanding that he owns her.

❀ The thing about a bot like Sentinel is that they can so easily look in a mirror and only see justice and golden paragons. Blood-soaked rhyme and reason that always ends with them draped in innocence relishing in the thing they want most. Bots like Sentinel, bots whose deific power ripples through every vein of a planet. Can never be painted as monsters, as wretched. They have too much authority and excuses to be anything but wholly perfect.

❀ You'd been so used to internal pain. The righteous crack of sparks, blunt anxiety cascading through your circuits. Maybe it's cause there isn't much that can harm a Cybertronian, not much that dents and rips celestial steel. But with him, everything is outwards. The churn of a nervous stomach is nothing compared to the rippling agony of a broken leg. Sentinel rips the pain from your metallic viscera, baths you in your own ichor, bedaubs you in pain as he calls you his "sweet little lover".

❀ "I hope Primus sends you straight to Unicron!" You can't help but scream between tears and traumatized sobs. You straighten your spine, knees folded to your chest. Your energon pools beneath you, pouring from his latest mauling. Open-ended wires spark as they make contact with your blue essence.

❀ Sentinel only chuckles, sky-hued optics playfully darting to the ground. 'Dear Primus, I don't believe in you'... but all he offers his darling is a sweet sugar-laced smile and a saccharine peck on the cheek.

❀ Sentinel will never admit it, it's hard to show such benignity when you rule an entire planet, but maybe -just maybe- at the end of the cycle his favorite misery to besiege upon you, is when he grips your chin or cheek and tugs you towards his lips. Savouring your ethereal taste. When he guides your servos to his chassis, pulling you closer till both are one. When he can just hold and kiss you. Just be with you. A romantic scene framed eternally by Cyerbtron's setting sun.

❀ If you close your optics, you can almost pretend to be in love...

[brandwhorestarscream]

Minimorph queen Dazzel the incredibly extra, sees half-bloods because the Minimorphs see the the tasty monsters hunting the bad tasting half bloods. That sweet golden energon is so yummy.

Dazzle has a thing or twenty-seven to say to the Olympians about their parenting.

Context for tumblr: because Unicron is the core of the earth that means on a technically everything here is descended from the cybertronian pantheon: the golden ichor the supernatural has in place of blood is molecularly similar to energon, and is a coveted treat among the minimorphs once they land here. The monsters aren't a threat to them, the gods themselves can't control them. The minimorphs find that monster flesh is quite delicious and the 'golden energon' they bleed is like sweet syrup. Minimorph queen Dazzle finds out they hunt innocent demigod children because of beef with their parents, and decides to turn the tables. He has such a soft spot for anything small and helpless and especially anything young: he and his hive take up root in the north american continent and start using monsters for incubators and as special food.

Eventually the hive is drawn to camp half-blood due to the concentrated half-golden enegeron smell, but swiftly realize demigods don't taste good. Too iron-y. Also, they're babies. Dazzle doesn't like to hurt younglings. They're at first mistaken for monsters, its a whole thing: cosmic forces older than the pantheon itself. Dazzle does not think kindly of the Olympians for neglecting and abusing their children 😤

[xdeusxmachinax]

So, I’ve got Starscream on the brain

This Starscream.

The one who tried to do better.

The one who almost WAS better.

Until the Unicron comic came along. For those of you who know how Starscream’s story, you know how it ended, and you probably aren’t happy about it.

So, instead of THIS being the hero of the Unicron comic

And THIS being Unicron’s ‘true identity’

I want a scenario where Starscream is the hero of the Unicron comic.

And I want him to do it by being himself.

Imagine him bargaining with Unicron to spare Cybertron.

Imagine him whispering words of rebellion and treachery to the ancient weapon. Coaxing him to reject a dumb, anger-blinded master for a better life. 

Imagine Starscream convicing Unicron to delete the Antillan and absorb his knowledge.

Imagine Starscream promising to show Unicron the best parts of being a cybertronian.

Imagine Starscream as the hero of Cybertron. Imagine him getting the happy ending he deserves. Optimus doesn’t get to sacrifice himself, he has to live with his choices, for better or worse. Trypticon doesn’t die, he gets to watch his sparklings grow up. Cosmos doesn’t die, he and Soundwave get to have a Conjunx ceremony. 

Maybe the endgoal is a bit of Starscream/Unicron, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be romantic. IT could be master-apprentice, it could be parent-child.

The possibilities are endless.

Also.

Imagine Unicron using mass-displacement.

And his alt-mode is a necklace Starscream always wears; so that his bodyguard is close. So that Unicron can watch and learn from the best, 24/7.

I’d call this universe Ichor, to differentiate it from another starscream/Unicron universe.

Anyway, if anyone wants to play this iwht me, or wants a place in the Ichorverse, Hit me up!

[maddyaddy]

Stepping in quickly, Adrestia draws her sword in a single, well-practiced motion. The black blade courses with a white glow. “There is no Sanctuary for the wicked, no Sword with which they may strike the innocent, in the face of his wrath! No power can forestall their Doom, no Fortress may shield them from it!” She growls the verses from the Covenant, spitting them in the face of the Hive. In the face of the blade and the verses, the Wizard’s magic is rendered still. 

It ceases to be potential. The Logic is rendered silent, and the Covenant blares over it, drowning its lies of magic out. Reality re-imposes itself onto the Hive Wizard. Signs of death and rituals of malice become senseless babbling and gesticulating, useless on the face of it. Soulfire is snuffed out before it can flare to life. After all, how could any of these things exist in the first place? It is a simple question, with a simple, irrefutable, easily observable answer. The reality is blunt. 

“What - “ She has no words for it. The Wizard is aghast. The logic is irrefutable, she tells herself, but that is not what is happening. Her soulfire barrier fails and dies, ceases to be. The first blow hits like a hammer, crumpling her to the cold cave floor. Ichor leaks out, and the Wizard wheezes as she rises. “My magic - “ The second blow smashes into her abdomen, with the pommel of the sword. The chitin cracks, and she cries out in pain.

The Wizard finds herself on the backfoot now, against the Combatronian Templar. Through the stalactite columns of the cave, they weave and fly, crashing against each other. She feels the effect of the verses fading now, but they have done their work, weighing down her words of magical portent like lead. Telekine wards have been thrown up by the silver-armored Cybertronian, making simply killing her hard work. 

As the Wizard slinks back into the darkness, she curses. What obstinate fools these Templars are, she thinks to herself. So troublesome.

[dirusflor]

Very self-indulgent.

[dirusflor]

Okay back to Transformers AU

[dirusflor]

Put on Kleesitting duty

[dirusflor]

Short comic of these two I’d definitely also see happening exactly like this in the regular universe if it weren’t for the fact I’m currently fixating hard on the Transformers AU versions of them

[dirusflor]

Yeah of course I had to sketch up a Cybertronian!Rubedo design to go along with my Cybertronian!Albedo

Where Albedo gets a regular robot face, Rubedo gets a screen face because why not.

[dirusflor]

Doodles from awhile back that I don’t know whether if I’ve posted yet featuring AU versions of Ichor